Michael Clough, 2019
Various articles from London Review of Books
A panhandler with the oversized noggin of a papier-maché figure stops me outside the liquor store. He says he needs two more bucks to get a bottle. Marlene, he says, is resting with a beer and the dude that shot her whose nickname is Rabbit. Has anyone asked us how we see things? No! We’re all on the road. But now it’s really getting fun. I dig some change out of my pocket. Everything from Beethoven to Beyoncé is meant to be played loudly.
Howie Good, 2019
Mega Millions jackpot enters ‘uncharted territory’ at record $1.6 billion, by Amy B. Wang and Alex Horton
Witness to the Killing, by Wesley Lowery and Dalton Bennett
A Peculiar Los Angeles Sculpture Is Brought Back to Life After Decades, by Matt Stromberg
after “Trust in God” (anon.)
Trust and earth and guard more.
The tempest heart threatens, failing rough
light. Chill palls trust. Cheerless, God,
for his lonely bower, bears thy hour
dreary above His river. Pleasure and strength
may rough, dark looks lend thee.
Lonely grows mortal, a fountain
bleakest of breast. Rover and fount.
Rover and fount. Mountain fight threatens in.
Dark the earth, worn the strength,
will might hour His life. Light a trust for
the rough bears within thy will.
Brian A. Salmons, 2019
Trust in God in American Monthly Magazine (January 1836), by Anonymous
What you do is
take a piece of text,
and you ignore
ignore the word order,
you just regard it
as a bag of words,
and once you’ve done that,
the different words
in the bag can be mixed
with red diamonds,
by sirens and lights
or the afternoon winds
off the Pacific.
Howie Good, 2018
Falsehood and Justice, by Henry Chapman
A Songwriting Mystery Solved: Math Proves John Lennon Wrote ‘In My Life’, by Scott Simon and Ned Wharton
A View from the Easel, by Deena ElGenaidi
Cover your needs.
Descend to your roots.
[your... your... your... your with your...]
Bleed willingly (that’s a good thing).
Answer the brook.
Lips to secrets meet,
the wounded answer–desire.
Your whiteness (of course
it isn’t) in a seasonless world;
feeling what you feel,
the I fragment.
a sleep of crowns.
Shloka Shankar, 2018
Kahlil Gibran on The Courage to Weather the Uncertainties of Love, by Maria Popova
John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter of Advice to His Lovesick Teenage Son, by Maria Popova
Where are you from? Why are you here? Leave us alone. We’re tattered. We’re broken. The smell of poverty clings to even the folds of our skin. We sleep afraid, we wake up afraid. I find that I’m staying in my room, not answering the phone, not answering texts, not answering emails. Others have taken to the woods or hide in town behind piles of rubble. There’s one stone that people go and kiss. This stone has almost melted. From kissing, melted!
Howie Good, 2018
Glimpses of Aleppo in an Exile’s Vision of an Elegant, Eerie Realm, by Kirsten O’Regan
A Simple Emergency Room Intervention Can Help Cut Suicide Risk, by Rhitu Chatterjee
It could have been stolen. It could have been accidentally thrown out. Whichever, the God’s eye is gone. I’ve looked for it where things accumulate, where people leave things. Every house has a corner like that. I’ve been to the market, too. I’ve walked down those cobblestone streets. But I made a conscious decision not to give myself a plan B. I’ve tried everything I can. I can’t keep drowning, I just can’t. I pull up to a traffic light and see a flame thrower, and someone wanting to sell me little Popeye figurines. And in the end, the answer is no.
Howie Good, 2018
Beer with a Painter: Alfredo Gisholt, by Jennifer Samet
Edward Wells II, 2018
coded word sequence permutations
‘For a long time he said I’ve been trying to die.’
Patrick Chapman, 2018
Poems by Patrick Chapman
Dialogue in Lawrence of Arabia
Dialogue in Star Wars
Sayings of Donald Trump
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond, by e. e. cummings
Direct mail emails selling weight-loss drugs
The works of William S. Burroughs
Sorrow said, “Believe.”
Think behind and I’m the tonight.
Think really of behind, when said.
Now talking of true hail, the hail said it
“When to waken want.”
Moon that I fool-believe.
Summer, that goodbye to all steel,
Be death-believe. Fine.
There’s raining touch.
Think stripp’d don’t touch.
Fool to think everything goodbye,
No pluck flying.
Think-telling when please?
Goodbye there, shit soul.
Want everyday raining what more?
Winter shit think, think
What like-stories need night.
Sleep flying soul moon.
No garden-plot, that.
With light lies
Soul want spring realize:
Fuck-weep-soul behind th’ halo are kept-believe.
True cold tomorrow gonna
Flying lily hear some.
“Sun-warm’d no”, touch said.
“That sick tonight”, touch said, to changing hear
‘Cause letter laugh mouth.
Chilly think lies hear behind snap, its
Want of sides
Night eyes think steel.
“There’s fine think on alone soul”, said tonight,
A when mouth.
Comfortless fool to believe, really.
Goodbye, same everything.
Hear a said light.
Don’t your want.
Touch, touch that behind jealous all-forsaken.
Soon death gonna we to moon.
Flying to sleep, no talk pluck.
“Beneath”, said shit. True.
Some sides believe touch.
Believe kind soul gonna we to moon.
Garden-plot lily summer sides
No fool believes.”
“Comfortless fucking when think”, said your rose:
Think, sit mouth tonight.
Mouth-think, what full to wake.
Behind soul care,
Think, think lost,
Brian A. Salmons, 2018
There’s No Need, by Empire of the Sun
I Don’t Wanna Hear It, by Minor Threat
A Daughter of Eve, by Christina Rossetti